Harper waited nervously behind the portable. The note that she had passed Sarah at the end of class only said not to go far, that she would come find her, and that she needed to talk to her. She’d fought the urge to call her all weekend, fearing that Tyler would pick up or listen in on their conversation again.

She had kissed Sarah. She had abandoned her fears and doubts and kissed her. The second her lips had connected with Sarah’s, she felt like she had finally found what she’d been looking for, without even realizing that she’d started the search. Nothing had ever felt so amazing in her entire life.

After Tyler interrupted them, she’d floated through the rest of the evening, still high on the taste of Sarah’s kiss. The feeling had stayed with her, carrying her off to sleep and blissful dreams, but when she woke up Saturday morning, all the dread that had been looming just on the periphery of her joy found a way in. How long had it taken her to notice that Sarah had left the party that night? She couldn’t remember, seeing as she’d been in a kind of fugue-state. Was Sarah upset? Had she spent the rest of the weekend regretting what had happened between them? Sarah hadn’t pulled away, but had she wanted it the same way Harper did, or had she simply been too surprised to stop it?

What Harper believed to be reciprocation from Sarah, her mind had turned into doubt over the weekend, and she’d driven herself crazy. Half the time her stomach twisted in fear, and the other, it flipped in excitement. She couldn’t stand the assault any longer. She had to see her. Had to talk to Sarah and find out what she was thinking.

Relief washed over her when Sarah finally showed up after what seemed like hours. She looked from side to side as she approached.

“What happened to you Friday?” Harper asked impatiently.

“I wanted to go home.”

“Did what happened upset you?”

Sarah met Harper’s gaze, and she shook her head. Harper let out a sigh of relief.

“I wouldn’t kiss Tyler after that,” she said, for some reason needing Sarah to know it.

“So, you weren’t just drunk…when we…you know?” Sarah looked doubtful, and Harper found her adorable.

“No.” She shook her head. “I wanted to do it. I liked it.”

“I…” She looked down at her feet. “It was wrong what we did.”

Harper’s heart fell into her stomach. “What do you mean?”

“What we did,” Sarah said again, her eyes still downcast. “It’s wrong.”

“Why?” Harper moved her hand to Sarah’s cheek, forcing her to meet her wounded expression. “Why is it wrong?”

“I’m not supposed to like you like this.”

“But you do?” Harper’s pulse quickened again.

“I’m not supposed to though.”

Harper shook her head. She wouldn’t let Sarah talk herself out of this, not if she had the same feelings she did. “Sarah, when I kissed you,” she began hesitantly, “it felt right. Didn’t you feel it? I don’t feel that way when Tyler kisses me.

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